Priapus Remembers
I was a tree with manly bough
Upon which crows serenely sat.
A scarecrow now.
Weeds creep up my trunk.
I fear lightning
And hate Hamadriyades.
“Oh vile virility,” I muse,
And Clio smiles.
A poem by Thomas Miner of Sacramento.
Published on 11.18.04
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